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Blanchia nodded, it certainly wasn't a 'no'. She had thought to simply stare out in the open when Scuta suggested she attack him for early training while the awaited the completion of the course for the others. Blanchia was startled and she looked at him like he was entirely insane. "You can't actually mean...." Well, wait, that's stupid, of course he means it,"but....I....." Blanchia frowned, she'd said she'd do anything to train and learn what she could to be able to defend herself, and it wasn't like she'd actually be able to hit him. But still, she thought worriedly, I don't have it in me to actually attack."I know!" She said, breaking out of her thoughts. "You attack me instead! I mean, after all I'm wanting to learn defensive not offensive tactics."

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Archer watched as he always did, it was clear the dragon was looking for something and he knew 'who' but he didn't know 'why'. He felt like he wanted to know but still, he didn't feel like speaking. Giving a mental shrug he continued to follow Jink in silence, keeping his thoughts curiosities to himself.

"Don't worry, you won't hurt me, I'm going to teach you how to block attacks by demonstration. You attack me, I'll block or parry it, and then we'll reverse roles. We'll continue this until I feel like you have it, and then we'll spar. You don't have to fight back in the spar if you don't like." He explained. "It's simply a test of the day's work."

Jink came across the scent again but unfortunately it went straight up, into the wind, so it was useless."Well if your going to be following me you could at least help me track this scent." He told Archer. "Right here, where my claw is, it's strong but it moves into an airstream."He waved his fore-claw where the scent was the strongest.

Blanchia was uncertain but she easily caved under his reasonable explanation. For a moment Blanchia went still, she'd long ago reclaimed her staff upon returning to the cave and she used it now to heal herself so she wouldn't have any handicaps on her first real-time practice. Once the scales and skin regenerated and her bruised muscles revived she gingerly laid her staff down against a sturdy tree, it's staff tangled in the mess of roots at the tree's base.

"Alright," she said with a certain resolution. "I'm ready."

Despite her words Blanchia was eerily still for a few moments as she gouged the distance between she and her opponent; suddenly Scuta was no longer a living breathing being of flesh and blood but a boulder that she must once again reach no matter the effort it mat take at her expense. Finally ready her muscles twitched a full second before she moved, giving her actions away easily. As an amateur she had yet to hide those little suggestions, though she did have sense enough to use a feint attack.

All at once her body surged for Scuta's left side but just as she came within a hairs breadth she crossed her neck to his right and bent it low, meaning to ram the broadside of her neck and shoulder into his collar.

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Archer found sense in the dragon's words so he complied, he walked over to the spot that Jink gestured to and caught the scent which he spoke of. Rather than just the smell he concentrated his eyes on the wind. Time seemed to freeze as his eyes dilated to adjust to the incredible invisibility of the air which surged just passed the place of the scent. He could see the world wrap around those invisible currents and his eyes followed them in slow motion though in reality it was fast enough to make his eyes seem unmoving and fixated only on one spot.

He looked up at Jink and gestured in their South Easterly direction with no words, just a simple, slow and meaningfully move of his head shifting in the direction and staring hard into the trees that lined the area. He waited for Jink to respond, should he not, Archer was prepared to move to encourage him.

Scuta, who hadn't expected an attack like this, but rather a claw strike, responded on the fly. He ducked the headbutt, and as her body's momentum carried her over him, he took advantage and lightly punched her underbelly, signaling a strike-zone, and that he intended for a hit to go there. He, having sped his perception up a bit, causing the world to slow down (a non-moving version of his power), waited for her to land and then he would replicate the attack after she was ready.

((I think I need to come up with an explanation as to how his power works...))

Jink nodded, continuing the silence, and moved that way. This one seemed to be relatively useful. Seeing as he over-shot his destination by quite a bit.

Username: Dragonspirit78Name: SilveauraGender: FemaleBreed: Silver DragonPower: TelekinesisPersonality: Shy, but fierce when confrontedAppearance: Same as a regular Silver, but with a surrounding misty thingAge: Mature hatchlingHistory: Silveaura hatched out of her egg to find that the cave was empty. Broken eggshells and scorched rubble was all around her. She was all alone, and slowly dragged herself outside of the cave, into a rainy jungle to hide from the destructive humans. Extra: She is CB mostly because no one knows her parents.

((What about those who can break the sound barrier and travel faster than light on occasion? And is frozen as a winged hatchling? Checkmate? ))

(It is a paradise that is protected by a force field like protection, so even if they did travel that fast they would be rebounded back into the forest.((Perhaps you would not be able to interpret that, as the mind can only make things from substances we know of. What about colors that we have never seen before? We won't know what they will look like because we are used to the colors here. Its like that.)) And who is a frozen hatchling? I was playing ren, not Shiel. Therefore --Not checkmate!!)

Blanchia was hardly phased, she'd more than expected him to dodge and was well prepared for his attack though not quite as much as she'd thought.

Her own hit didn't place it's mark but she didn't intend it to, her body followed up with the moment gracefully lifting her body over Scuta as he dodged the blow. Trying to take advantage of her 'apparent' lack of fighting knowledge, he didn't see that, by having turned so suddenly in the midst of a frontal attack, her body was now starting a spin as it came over him. His blow came to her shoulder, missing her tender belly. She wasn't a very good fighter but as a healer she'd seen many wounds on dragon's an knew where their weaker points were; she'd demonstrated her vast expanse of the knowledge of bodies when she'd taken down that buffalo. The blow stung due to the spinning which added a collision between flesh and flesh in the worst possible way, like two opposing forces turning to meet each other from opposite directions and hitting at once, and it happened to be the same arm that was injured moments before. Go figure.

Landing on the ground awkwardly shifted by the force of the blow, however little it was, it had shaken her and her form had become unstable. Dust stirred about her feet and grass tore beneath her gripping talons. Blanchia looked at Scuta and had to blink as if her eyes had momentarily gone out of focus as a result of his strange power (which she had not clued into yet.)

Not willing to leave things as they were or give herself time to recover both physically and mentally, she went for him again, a second feint attack but this time she leaped in front of him, her body possibly so close to his he'd feel the tension of the air passing between them as she took to the branches above his head.

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Archer followed after the dragon somewhat feeling like the brain behind the bronze. In some small way that both suited him well and offended his male pride, wherever it was hiding.

Scuta almost flinched as she came at him. Once again he sped up his perception and time slowed down, to him at least. He simply had to wait for her attack. But because he wasn't moving at the speed he's used to while doing this, he began to get a headache.She had completely forsaken the plan and had seemed to be on her own program. Good, she was improvising.

Jink kept wandering in he direction Archer had signaled. His ears picked up efforts and grunts of work. Unlikely that Archer shared in the listening, he kept going. He was close. But to what they were doing he had little clue.

Ren laughed to herself as the wind crawled beneath her scales, giving her a slight chill up her spine. She went into the crystal clear water, and it was warm water that replaced the wind beneath her scales. She dove under, and fishes were plentiful, as well as coral reefs. She gaped her mouth open in amazement, then went back to the surface to grab a breath of air. She had to tell someone about this, but who? She continued thinking about it as she dove again, her mind switching of thoughts between the coral reefs and how amazing it is, and who she should tell her newly found land about.

Blanchia couldn't see Scuta apart from various glimpses between the foliage. Because of the sun behind her, if he attempted to look up after her, the sun would take care of hiding her and her conspicuously white hide. She waited a moment longer, her agility useful in the task of keeping relatively silent but branches still sank beneath her weight and leaves rattled with every introduced footfall. So, she kept running, near sprinting in random directions above Scuta's head, never going too far so that he could see her beyond the Sun's magnificent light. Eventually when the symphony of shaking singing trees had become a drone and her whereabouts would seem vague, she leaped out of the tree to use a similar attack she had on the buffalo. Once again, not expecting to hit and bracing herself to meet ground before flesh.

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Archer saw it before he heard it; invisible movements sashaying between the trees int he tiniest of gaps that any normal dragon would be unable to pick up. Once again Archer lifted his head in it's direction and once again he followed in silence, slightly curious as to what awaited them.

Scuta saw her emerge from the trees. She was likely expecting another dodge, but this time he reered onto his back-legs And caught her tail as it came thrashing down on him. When he had some semblance of a grip he flung his claws left and fell right. He did an awkward side-spin and landed on his feet.The headache finally overtook him, he faltered in his stance and shook his head, now pounding;he couldn't bear speeding up his perception anymore. Future parries and counters wouldn't be that well-planned.

((Every time I try to picture that...I break down in hysterical laughing fits....))

Blanchia flinched slightly as his claws came to greet her but despite that her full body weight was behind the blow and he had little time to get in many of his defensive attacks. Her moment didn't stop her and as he went to the side she landed delicately on her fores, catching her body and stopping it like shock resistance, channeling the force between her arms and legs and into the ground. She stared at Scuta and charged again this time she went right into him, her neck slightly to the side as her chest charged him, seeking to ram into him and force him to wither attack or move away. If he moved away she'd be able to catch him as he retreats, if he attacked, he'd most likely find a hard time getting around her torso in his face but she'd have a hard time to and the attacks would possibly end up dealing minimal damage. Blanchia was entirely counting on Scuta not using his ability.

Scuta, once again on the fly, sped himself up to match her speed, and rammed back. He made sure that he didn't hold back either. They were roughly the same size anyways.When they're bodies collided he whipped his tail above his head and with a flick of his claws he flipped up and over her, landing behind her again.Regardless of whether or not the lesson had stopped and a spar had begun, he was determined to use only defensive and evasive tactics, seeing as this was the point of today.

Seeing as there trainer once again was just sitting there Crusher went and did the course. This time it was easy if not a little too easy. He was able to make last time if he did not miss jump off tot he side. Now it was a case of over shooting a little. It was nice to see some of his muscle back but keeping it so he could land on the log not in front.

((Um guys? The ones in the group of chars here, could you guys post please?))